Gay, Bejeweled, Nazi Bikers of Gor

I awakened kneeling, blinking. I was in the great square of Er. My hands were bound behind me. I saw that Blergus was beside me. I looked at him. He too was kneeling. His hands, too, were bound behind him.

"I was struck," he said.

"I, too, was struck," I said.

"They have bound me," he said.

"They have bound me also," I said.

"What do they want?" he asked.

"I do not know," I answered.

"I do not know either," he said.

Before us the men who had taken Er with their Harleys seemed to be in consultation. They wore many jewels. Goreans, as a rule, do not wear many jewels, these being of a modality that is not Gorean, and the caste of jewelmakers being one which, so to speak, does not make many jewels save for those worn by slave girls, who on Gor are often placed in jewels. This is, I believe, because of the modalities of rightness that prevail on Gor, not being corrupt and weak, like the men of Earth, who are weak though they do not themselves wear jewels, as do not Gorean men. The two are, of course, quite different, because Gorean men are strong and the men of Earth are weak, having been corrupted by the modalities not related to jewels. But the men of the Harleys wore many jewels in large and shiny gold chains and such, these glinting under the sun of Gor. I saw that they had Merlenius, the Uber of Er, on his knees before them. I listened.

"What are your demands?" demanded Merlenius.

The Leader of the Pack glanced at us, the warriors of Er, now kneeling helpless.

"You got any beer? My boys got quite a thirst bustin' in here."

"We have pogo and kool-aid-a wine," said Merlenius. "I will have it served to you by the finest pleasure slaves of Gor, if you but spare the city."

"Pleasure slaves, eh?"

"Yes!"

The Leader of the Pack looked at us again.

"Let's see what you got," he said.

In an uhn the square was filled with the most beautiful of pleasure slaves, all naked before the Leader of the Pack.
"You see?" cried Merlenius. "The finest slave girls on Gor! All trained to give a man the greatest of delights and the most perfect of obedience!"

The Leader of the Pack made a face.

"Girls?" he grunted.

"Yes! Slave girls!"

The Leader of the Pack glared at the Uber of Er.

"You tryin' to piss us off?" he demanded.

"No!" cried Merlenius. "They are from my own pleasure gardens!"

The Leader turned to one of his men, a massive, heavy, sweaty, tattooed brute in tight leather who I saw that Blergus was watching closely.

"Cobra," said the Leader. "Kick his ass."

Merlenius cried out and tried to run, but the man named Cobra caught him and forced him down. I heard Merlenius cry out as his punishment was administered.

"He has kicked his ass well," said Blergus.

"Yes," I said. "His ass has been well kicked."

"I have never seen an ass kicked in such a way," said Blergus.

"I, too, have never seen an ass kicked in such a way," I said.

"The one called Cobra knows well how to kick an ass," said Blergus.

"Yes, the one called Cobra knows well how to kick an ass," I said.

"Do you think he might kick my ass as he has kicked the ass of Merlenius?" asked Blergus.

I saw Blergus' eyes as he looked at Cobra, and then I looked down, shamed.

For in my heart I felt the stirring, the feelings I had for so long feared. I remembered the night, so long ago, when I had danced naked in my hall, weeping in need of the fulfillment that I had never felt, strength on strength, manly in my manliness. I remembered Doona, my slave, and her words: "Are you not fulfilled, master?" I had been angry then, and later I had punished her muchly, making her copyedit all my accounts of Gor, to which she had wept muchly, for they were 3,449,461 words long not counting chapter headings or the latest installment, and which spoke much of stones and the way that stones in Gorean cities are quarried from nearby quarries by slaves, then to be brought to the cities by Thralion or slaves, the stonecutter's caste not dealing muchly with merchants but rather directly with the Uber and the government of the Gorean city, so to speak.

I shamefully put the thought of my master needs from my head.

"He is handsome," said Blergus suddenly. "I hope he kicks my ass."

"Master!" I hissed contemptuously.

"Yes," said Blergus. "I am a master. I love being a master!"

I trembled at his words. To be a master meant confessing one's master needs. This frightened me, muchly, for I could not deny my feelings of masterly need, could not deny that the ass-kicking administered to Merlenius had muchly aroused me in my master intimacies, in secret ways that I feared to confess.

No! I must be strong! I must think only of slave girls, for I dared not consider the alternative.

I heard the voice of the Leader of the Pack.

"This place ain't worth spit. Nothin' but chicks here. You!"

One of the slave girls raised her gaze to the Leader.

"Yes, master?"

"Put some goddamn clothes on, fer crissakes. You think we wanna stare at yer boobs all damn day?"

"But master!" the girl protested. "I am a slave!"

"I said get some goddamn clothes on!" shouted the Leader. "All of you!"

He had a commanding, masterly voice, and I felt my heart flutter as I heard it. All around him, the slave girls hastened to obey. At last they stood, clothed, before the Leader and his men.

"Now get lost," growled the Leader of the Pack.

"Where shall we go, master?" asked the girl.

"Yes, master, where shall we go?" asked another.

"I don't care! Split!" he shouted.

The slaves fled, leaving only men in the great square of Er.

We were alone with the Leader of the Pack and his men, kneeling in the great square of Er.